Concentrating one's mind on the wounds of a dagger,
Does not heal the brutal stab wounds.
It is possible when one dwells on thoughts of anguish,
One injures his being further in irreparable ways.
Instead of gazing at the wounds of the evil dagger,
Perhaps one could envision the gilded hilt.
When the blood gushes from the icy cold blade,
See what inspiration lies beyond.
When God's grace helps the branding throb,
Stare into the future and know,
That there is forever hope, mercy, and an opportunity.